The moon hung low, heavy with silver light as Selene’s boots pounded against the forest floor. Behind her, the crumbled walls of the fortress grew smaller, swallowed by the shadows of the trees. They had made it out. Barely. But the real fight had only just begun.
Lucian’s low growl echoed through the night. He moved swiftly, his gait fluid but strained, eyes scanning the trees as if he could feel the weight of the Council’s pursuit. Behind him, Kael hobbled, his wounded shoulder slowing him down, but his expression was fierce with determination.
Selene didn’t slow, her breath ragged as the adrenaline from their last battle began to wear off. Her wolf was still on edge, heart racing, her instincts crying out for safety. But there was no safety. Not here. Not while the Council was hunting
